But last night was wonderful. With Emma and I tucked away in this tiny room. I have my laptop, even though we don't have any internet, and I did the most wonderful thing. I grabbed my CD's and picked out some of my favorite classical ones. So I put on Faure's Requim. Which has to be my hands down, all time favorite, choral piece. I sang it college, and in a group after college. It was also the Requim sung at the memorial in Washington D.C. following September 11th. So I listened to it, in this tiny room without lights. With no internet to distract me. I even minimized my book I was editing and just listened. To this music that makes my stomach clench, my eyes tear up, and my throat go tight. I don't really think I can accurately convey how this piece affects me. But it does, on a truly deep level. Beneath the writer, I have another creative/artistic side. And that's the musician in me. The girl who will always appreciate great classical music. The thrill of a dissonant chord that hesitates to resolve. I love all kinds of music, but the type that challenges me emotionally as well as intelligently, will always be classical. And although music really isn't big in my life now, I remember how much I love it when I take the time to... well, just listen.